(CWO) The skyship had crashed, missing the moon. There was sparks, fire, wreckage. Debris streaked across empty space. The sky sparkled with fizzled dreams. But lairie was alive, a yellow bob peeking out from from frozen thermal metal. Still alive. Her head was still attached, her gear still intact. She pushed herself up to the surface, jade blue eyes scanning the horizon. Things weren't good, but it could be worse. It could always get worse. Scuttling down the ice caked bumps, not unlike softly served ice cream on…
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